Well, well, Mr. McCaleb! I see you have been busy writing and I am looking forward to catching up with your work. This story is full of your usual intense descriptions and wise observations. I love these little trips inside your mind!

Caleb, this is not the poem from your blog, is it? I mean, this one I saw earlier. But you are trying to do a really long story that you can't post for losing it? Did you try the suggestion Drake gave you at the blog? Or try doing it in a file first? Hope you get it up. I am so tired, falling asleep at keyboard. Later, gator boy!!

Well....needless to say young man..I enjoyed another small glimpse into your heart here...there were times I was afraid of this man...but in moments like these.....I relate to this completely...always enjoy your shared moments Caleb...

there is something so mystical about the woods that i will never be able to fully grasp.. and yet, you did so with such subtleties of emotion --- the continuum of life, the press of memories both cherished and bittersweet... nope, i won't enter your contest if you post this there. jkidding.. you amaze, caleb!.. a keeper of nature, that's what you are! :) huggs

Thanks for sharing your memory and thoughts. This is filled with power, heart and impact. I love the mysterious ending...time goes... still lingering through our brains..memories are good at that...lingering...but they make for great poetry and lessons.
Always,
Laura

Well Caleb, i'm hoping you'll follow up on the story. this story make me think of how youth is lost and sometimes forgotten, then found. darn you and your awesome way with words. i could feel this the imagery plus my own.(time passing) I haven't felt like this from a poem in a long time. standing there watching my life take charge. "as you move into the woods I felt a slight ballet and dance across your olden memories." A fashion way from your pen. Breathing the words you spoke gently of the tired memories of you becoming him. So much i want to quote here. I much can't explain the silent feeling here as much as I wish i could.
but happy tears. from me to you.. always~ LINAD

Oh, my, how could anyone ever match the wonder of the woods in their poems as well as you with all these memories you have of it, and how magically you portray it? I could never do it justice. I do have a woods poem from a recent contest that I think would come closest to what you want. Hope you won't mind me putting that one in your contest.

Your more than an excellent writer Caleb,
your a Chanter who recants the woodsman, I walking in the forest with my brother in law a couple of years ago, and I had the honor of spotting an albino deer, I will never forget that moment as long as I live, you have peeler eyes, I can tell by the way you write,
thank you for sharing your father's story,
love peace and light unending, xxxViennaxxx

Caleb...This is the magic of you...the tough outdoorsy guy...the hunter... with a heart and soul and a love for words and the world! Truly beautiful...I like the line that Chris mentioned as well...The love you have for your dad is palpable. These moments shape us...LOVELY read! SO good to have you back, my dear...I SO hope that squirrel got away! ;) Yea...HAD to have a rant in there...Poor free happy little creature! HA HA! I may convert you yet!

Caleb, this is very emotive writing that left a bittersweet residual effect behind after I finished reading. These lines spoke to me the most: "I think that was the day when I truly fell in love with the woods. It was the day that I went in and never really came out again." I know the feeling .... at least in my own way. I might go look for something mindless and humerous to read now, before I spiral into a bout of existentialism -- Ha!

The vision of that boy in the black lake woods following his dad footsteps..I can get quite a glimpse of that momentary unity between you..your dad and mother nature..A beautiful poem.I do believe part of that young boy will always be alive in the new man..Yes he lives in your heart..as so dad and the woods..All part of yoyr identity.